No they like doing that filthy little act but not talking about it. Went over to the neighbor's house about a year ago to get my ladder back. She invited me in while she looked in the laundry room for it, and began a typical jesusfreak spiel about why my "fuck you, you fucking fukc " t-shirt and my pentagram necklace were going to send me to hell.
Then her voice died off, as she noticed me holding the DVD entitled "Rectal Mania" that I'd found on her coffee table.